Behind the Garden Gate
It was Saturday morning, calm and quiet, waiting to rain, or so the weatherman predicted. That’s something you could say nobody wants. My daughter and son-in-law planned to come Sunday to mow (their turn), then take me out to eat for Mother’s Day.
My number three son and his wife were coming over to their camper (which is in my yard) and to smoke some pork chops Saturday for Mother’s Day.